[ A labyrinth, a mountain, a... well, Julie doesn't really have a word for that last one. Beaches, a desert, a field. What the fuck does this all mean? It has to mean something. Doesn't it? Nothing can be this completely random and still feel so fucking deliberate at the same time.
She frowns when he cuts himself off. Kept what? He doesn't know what pieces of this matter, none of them do. Part of her wants to lock onto this and pry, but after a second of consideration, she decides that she doesn't want to bother right now. She's too drunk, too drained, too fucked out to deal with it. Instead, she focuses on the question. ]
Yeah. I mean, in person. There was someone else, but I don't think we were in the same place. We could talk, hear each other. We had to yell. He was on a beach, he said. It was cold and windy. He said -- he said that dead bodies kept washin' up on the shore, everywhere. His name is Rhy, he lives in Thorne. We met before it all, some months back. He got out before I did.
[ She's spoken to him since, briefly. Only by message, just to confirm each other's safety. But she has even fewer answers about how he ties in, what exactly he experienced. They weren't really together for her to know.
For a moment, she falls silent. There's so much that she doesn't know how to explain, how to even bring it all up. It's all so overwhelming, and the only way she knows how to deal with that is by pretending it doesn't exist.
Finally, she speaks. ] I touched it. Right before I fell. The blob.
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She frowns when he cuts himself off. Kept what? He doesn't know what pieces of this matter, none of them do. Part of her wants to lock onto this and pry, but after a second of consideration, she decides that she doesn't want to bother right now. She's too drunk, too drained, too fucked out to deal with it. Instead, she focuses on the question. ]
Yeah. I mean, in person. There was someone else, but I don't think we were in the same place. We could talk, hear each other. We had to yell. He was on a beach, he said. It was cold and windy. He said -- he said that dead bodies kept washin' up on the shore, everywhere. His name is Rhy, he lives in Thorne. We met before it all, some months back. He got out before I did.
[ She's spoken to him since, briefly. Only by message, just to confirm each other's safety. But she has even fewer answers about how he ties in, what exactly he experienced. They weren't really together for her to know.
For a moment, she falls silent. There's so much that she doesn't know how to explain, how to even bring it all up. It's all so overwhelming, and the only way she knows how to deal with that is by pretending it doesn't exist.
Finally, she speaks. ] I touched it. Right before I fell. The blob.